Home on Fletcher

So, we thought hey, "Let's try Home on Fletcher" for some good old American fare. There seemed to be a lot of people going there when it opened recently. After we payed to park (ugh) we made our way to a sunny table outside. Good so far. I inquired what beers were available on tap and the clueless waitress/actress had no idea and had to go check. Not a good sign. Mrs. Marvin ordered a Chinese Chicken salad assuming it would be a safe bet. Not so. She described it as warm, smelly and reminiscent of wet mop. Brutal. I foolishly ordered a turkey Reuben which arrived unmelted and full of processed turkey roll yuck. We swore never again. If this is home then I'm moving far, far away.